Man. Woman. Humans revere creating definitions to categorize things. But on every occasion, every period, and every epoch—some humans break away from the categories and emerge past the descriptions of segregation.
“You are so pretty. I want to be just like you.”
Humans build fences and frames that are too narrow for their own groups. In reality, these frames are pointless. I have always thought so.
Yes, you can call me that. But I have a name.
My name…is Bella Beau.